The defeated soldiers of the Yuanli Sichuan Army were still noisily whispering to each other.
"Why did these people call us here?"
"I said, do you think this leader is real or fake?"
"I don't think it's fake. Look at his follower. The gun in his hand is really beautiful."
"Li Erwa, don't tell me. Last time, a turtle boy came to pretend to be the battalion commander, and even called me to fight with him. In the end, they were deceived by Big Brain and the others after just a few words. That turtle boy later He was beaten badly."
"That turtle grandson has a sly look, and he doesn't look like an official. Look at this officer. He is tall and tall, and his clothes and shoes are also new. His style is just like that of our former regiment leader. No, I I feel more like an official than our previous group leader."
Li Erwa retorted
"Your turtle can also read faces."
"Don't you think you are too young just because you look at other people's good looks?"
"Ha ha…"
Li Erwa's face turned red with anger: "Fuck your mother, I'll stun these idiots. Then they'll know the truth."
"Hey, don't say it, don't say it, they are back."
Almost everyone in Bu Spicy Snake Butt and others had 7.8 medium-sized rifles hanging on their bodies, and they also held boxes of bullets in their hands. Everyone watched them move back and forth several times, and they even had a machine gun and several submachine guns. !
In addition to weapons and ammunition, there were even bundles of brand new military uniforms and helmets... After a while, the courtyard was neatly filled with all kinds of weapons and equipment.
The defeated soldiers fell silent for an instant. They were stunned by this scene. What happened? The Sichuan Army was not broken up. Why is it still so vast?
At this time, Liao Mingyu walked in without saying a word, and his sharp eyes swept over everyone one by one. Everyone couldn't help but be shocked by his powerful aura. They stared at each other like this for two minutes, and everyone felt guilty after seeing him. They all avoided his gaze.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Liao Mingyu, and I am the new commander of your Sichuan Army Corps!"
"I won't say any more nice things. I just want to ask you a question. Are you still a fucking man!?"
...Everyone was silent
"answer me!"
"~Yes" weak voices came from everyone's mouths.
"That's a fart! You're as soft as a girl." Liao Mingyu shouted loudly: "I received an order from the summit. After 20 days, I will take you to MD to kill the little devils. You look like a bear, and you went up there. Can you kill the little devil?!"
"Aren't you going to let the little devil kill you?" Liao Mingyu sneered.
"The war has been going on for so many years, and you have been running for so many years. Do you think you will continue to run like a coward in the future?! When I returned to my hometown, I was poked in the spine by the neighbors and said: Look, this is it. Help these worthless cowards to flee from north to south, losing Northeast China, North China, Jiangnan, and losing half of Great China along the way!"
After some soul torture, everyone lowered their heads in shame, including Meng Fan and a group of backbones.
Yes, they were running all the way. No matter whether they won the fight or not, as long as someone ran, they would run with them. One would sweep away ten, and ten would sweep away a hundred. Sometimes even two or three little devils can chase a company of soldiers everywhere. This is really the tragedy of Chinese soldiers.
Milong looked sad and closed his eyes tightly. He could not forget that the Japs' turrets were still built on the ancestral graves in his hometown in the Northeast.
"If you don't serve as soldiers, do you want ordinary people to do it? If one day the war breaks out in your hometown and other friendly troops flee without firing a shot, what will happen to your family?"
"Are you going to let the little devil kill your brothers? Humiliate your parents? Defile your wives and daughters? And finally build a cannon tower on your ancestral grave?!"
Milong clenched his hands into fists and gritted his teeth. Staring at Liao Mingyu angrily.
The defeated soldiers also looked sad and angry. They also hate themselves for not fighting, and they also hate the country's poverty and weakness.
"Are you angry? That's good. At least you haven't lost all your remaining blood!"
Liao Mingyu randomly picked up a Zhongzheng rifle and loaded 5 bullets into it without aiming. With a "bump", the tile decoration on the roof shattered. Milong's hammock happened to be under the eaves, and those fell down. The fragments hit the kid all over.
"The official rifle, 7.92 caliber, is much more powerful than the Japs' 38 rifles. The small eye goes in and the big eye comes out, and one shot can make a big hole. Only the Central Army has good guns, which are comparable to those old 79 rifles. The rifle is much stronger.”
Then Liao Mingyu picked up Thomson and shot again at the roof.
"嘘嘚嘚嘚嘚..." The tiles were smashed to pieces. Milong held his head in his hands and was showered with tiles again... The powerful firepower made everyone stunned.
"The Thompson submachine gun can beat a horse to pieces with just one shot!"
Then he mentioned the Czech style and pointed at the roof, "Thud, tug, tug, tug..."
Mysterious Dragon is almost crying, don't play like this. I've messed with you. Needless to say, the falling tiles nearly buried him alive.
"You are all familiar with the Czech style. Don't you want it to be too much better than the little devil's tricks?"
"There are also these new military uniforms and new shoes. I can give you the best supplies! But me! I have one request. When I go over there, I will be a real man and don't disgrace this Chinese military uniform!"
Everyone listened carefully to Liao Mingyu's words. They were thoughtful and felt that their confused and empty hearts seemed to have found new hope at this moment.
"I, Liao Mingyu, can't do anything else but kill Japanese. I won't let you die like those officials. But as long as I'm at the front, you have to follow me. You recognize me as the leader. , you are my brothers, Liao Mingyu, as long as I am still breathing! After this battle, I will take you home!"
"Now, tell me, do you want to win the battle!?"
"think!"
"Do you want to go home!?"
"think!!"
“Are you fucking men?!?”
"Yes Yes Yes!!!"
The blood in the bones of the defeated soldiers was boiling, and they shouted in unison. At this moment, their expressions were solemn. This was a moment they would remember for the rest of their lives. Their "souls" were called back by Liao Mingyu.
No one wants to be a deserter, but they will not be so if there is a capable commander who can lead them to victory. They were originally full-blooded men, but repeated defeats extinguished their enthusiasm.
Meng Fanglia glanced at their young leader with a complicated expression.
I really admire him for how he managed to make these defeated soldiers, who had almost forgotten their own names, scream in just a few words. Maybe, only by following him can I rediscover the original intention that was left behind...
Liao Mingyu sat in front of the table and picked up a pen and paper: "Now start counting the troops and report your name and position! After the report, you will receive a gun and clothes."
"I'm sorry, you guys come first."
"Hey, Li Sifu, corporal of the Second Heavy Gun Company of the Sichuan Army Corps"
"Name, Deng Bao, from Hunan. He fought in Xiaodongyang, so he has to go to school. Hehe, seventh infantry company, first class soldier."
"Did you lose your gun?" Liao Mingyu asked curiously, seeing that Bu La was still carrying a rifle.
"Sir, the man is here and the gun is here," Bu La saluted with a gun again and said with a smile.
He originally pawned the gun, but in order to get it back, he resorted to roguery and broke his own nose, forcing the pawnshop owner to return it to him.
"My name is Ma Daji (Zhi). I participated in the Battle of Xuzhou and am a corporal of the third company of the 9th Regiment of the Guangdong Army."
"My name is Gu Xiaomai. I am 19 years old. I have fought in the war and never went to school. I am a first-class private in the new 51st Division's heavy transport battalion." Doubian was so honest that he scratched his head and said, "Captain, I also served as the deputy of the heavy machine gun company." Shooter"
"Okay, I remember, next one." Liao Mingyu waved his hand, indicating to the next person to continue.
Ayi, whose military uniform was still clean and complete, strode forward with his head held high, his chest deliberately raised, and the two medals hanging on his chest jingled together, and he gave Liao Mingyu a military salute very solemnly.
"Lin Yi, a native of Shanghai, major staff officer at the headquarters of the Fifth Infantry Regiment, uh, hasn't fought in a war yet."
With the rank of major, he said that he had never been on the battlefield. Liao Mingyu was also speechless for a while.
This guy is a typical leader who talks on paper and gives blind orders, and has a timid and cowardly character. Flustered and nervous when something happens.
"The Officer Training Corps is not a theater troupe. If the medal on your chest is not stained with blood, it is just two pieces of scrap metal. Don't let me down when you go to the battlefield." Liao Mingyu said sincerely. This passage was spoken in Sunan dialect, which is very similar to Shanghai dialect. His hometown is very close to Shanghai, and he can be considered a half-Ayi fellow.
"Sir, are you Shanghai Ali Dening? Don't you know the Officer Training Corps?" A Yi was so excited that he even spoke his hometown dialect.
"I'm from Wuxi, let's go down."
"Yes" Ayi saluted solemnly again.
"Kang Huoyan, fought in the war, deputy platoon leader of transportation warrant officer of the 17th Organizing Division. Can drive a car."
"Very well, next one."
At this time, a slovenly-looking man walked out of the team.
"Hey, you little brat Li Wula, you have the nerve to stand up? Are you still shameless?"
Mi Long stood up, patted the dust off his body, and cursed loudly.
"My name is Li Liansheng..."
"You have a winning streak. Your parents are scolding you when they name you. Don't you think it's cowardly?"
"Northeast Army, 17th Brigade, second lieutenant platoon leader, fought in the war..."
"You have fought in battles, but you have always been defeated. All the brothers in the platoon have been killed by you. Those big men burned paper and had nowhere to collect it. You are just a broom star. You have a winning streak. Your name is Li Lianbai." Pretty much."
Mi Long was furious. He and Li Liansheng were from the same place, and they were the only two Northeasterners here. As fellow villagers, he hated Li Liansheng's cowardice, and beat and scolded him all day long. , blaming him for bringing shame to the four eastern provinces.
"Captain, you can't let him go. If this little thing goes, it will kill the entire army." Originally, he didn't want to go to the war, but seeing that everyone in the cannon fodder group had gone, only he and one person were left. The lame little follower made him feel bad for a moment.
Liao Mingyu ignored him at all and said to Li Liansheng: "I have written down your name. Come back to the team."
Seeing that the last fellow countryman Li Liansheng was also leaving, Mi Long became anxious. They all left and he was the only one left. So why should he stay here alone and die? : "Then I'll go too!"
"No, you missed the meeting just now. You are not qualified to join them now." Liao Mingyu didn't even look at him, staring at the roster and saying expressionlessly.
"Why can't Li Wula go and I can't? I don't accept it!" Mi Long was so angry that his face turned red and his neck thickened.
What I'm waiting for is your words. At this moment, Liao Mingyu raised his eyelids and looked at him, and said with some disdain: "You still know how to be unconvinced? I thought you were going to spend the rest of your life lying in a hammock."
These words made Milong blush. But he also said bravely: "When it comes to combat effectiveness, I can pick Li Wula and the others with my bare hands. Why can they go, but I can't go?"
At this time, Liao Mingyu stood up slowly, adjusted his shirt, and said: "You think you are very skilled, right? Well, I'll give you a chance. I'll fight you twice. If you beat me, you can join." them."
"Are you serious? If I win, I won't hold a grudge. I won't regret it. Whoever cheats is a bastard." Mi Long said excitedly. He has never lost in a fight since he was a child. He is over 1.8 meters tall. He looks stronger than Liao Mingyu.
"I keep my word, but what if you lose?"
"Am I going to lose? Okay, if I lose, you can do whatever you want, you can shoot me." Mi Long said confidently. He didn't think he would lose at all.
"If I shoot you, I'm wasting a bullet. You have to have some luck in a fight, right?" Liao Mingyu said with a smile. In fact, he had already set his sights on Milong's small warehouse.
After pondering for a while, Milong gritted his teeth and seemed to have made a big decision: "Well, if you beat me, you can take whatever you want from my house. You can take them all. But if you lose, you can take them all away." Let me return to the team, and also leave the machine gun to me, how about it?"
"Hey, Milong, this is nothing, you have to think about it."
"I say Mi Long, don't be impulsive. You can't be beaten, sir. If you are beaten, you will be shot." Everyone was also talking about it, trying to dissuade him.
This kid was still thinking about his machine gun. Liao Mingyu couldn't help but be happy: "Okay, it's a deal!"
